Mackenzie
I don’t know what woke me up. But the moment I opened my eyes, I realized the space beside me was empty. It was dark in the cabin, except for the soft glow of the fire. Sitting up I saw Jake in one of the dining chairs across the room, wearing nothing but jeans, his chest and feet bare. He was turned away from the fire and the glow of flames lit the deep contours of his muscular back.
He stared off into space as he absentmindedly played with something in his hand, flipping it end to end on the table.
It took me a moment to realize it was a closed straight razor. Like a barber would use.
I sat up. “Jake?”
He turned at the sound of my voice and the twirling of the razor stopped. “Hey, sorry if I woke you.”
“Is everything okay?”
When he didn’t move or answer me I pulled back the covers and climbed out of the bed.
Jake stared off into space again and the razor twirling resumed.
I went to him and he looked up at me, his sad, beautiful eyes tracking my every move. As I put my hand over his I met his gaze and something buzzed between us.
I became excruciatingly aware of his bare stomach and the heavily carved muscles and deep V disappearing beneath his jeans. I became aware of the flex and bulge of his strong biceps and the way his solid pectorals were deepened in shadow and as smooth as polished stone.
I also became aware of how his pulse throbbed against his throat as he gazed up at me with eyes full of unhappiness.
Without another thought, I slid onto his lap to straddle him and he reached around to secure his hands around my hips. Using all of my self-restraint, I ignored the fact that the denim of his jeans and the barely-there fabric of my panties were all that separated our bodies. But it was damn near impossible when the most intimate parts of me brushed against the hard lump of his zipper. And he was warm. Oh, so warm.
I laced my hands behind his neck and looked deep into his eyes. The infinite sadness I saw there made my heart swell with pain. In that moment I wanted to take that pain away. More than anything in the world, I wanted to take all his pain from him.
My eyes dropped to his beard and I remembered what he said about it—that it was another way he shielded himself from the world that had done nothing but take from him over the past two years.
Yet now he was sitting here with a straight razor in his hand and I wondered if he was contemplating shaving his beard off.
I touched him gently.
“Do you want me to shave you?” I asked softly.
He hesitated, his sad eyes searching mine for a moment and then without a word, he nodded.
“Okay,” I whispered and reached for the shaving cream.
I had never shaved anyone before.
I had never wanted to.
But now, doing this for Jake, it was one of the most erotic encounters of my life.
There was something incredibly intimate and loving about it. Sitting on his lap. Gently coating his face in white cream and then delicately wiping it smooth with the blade. I took my time, careful not to cut him or to miss a single strand of hair. I could feel his breath on my skin, and those bright, penetrating eyes that never once left my face.
I paused to put down the razor and pick up the towel off the table, and the little change in direction sent pleasure shooting through me, giving me a glimpse of what was waiting for me if I just gave in to my body’s sudden need. But I wasn’t going to give in. No matter how much I needed the satisfaction. Because Jake was my client. And he was a beautiful, incredible man who had been wounded beyond belief, and didn’t need me complicating his life.
Using the towel, I gently wiped the left over shaving cream from his face but was stopped in my tracks by the beautiful face in front of me.
Clean-shaven and completely vulnerable, Jake Pennington was the most beautiful man I had ever seen.
I sat back.
Speechless.
In that moment, every inch of my being wanted to kiss him. To touch him. To love him. The feelings were unexpected and completely foreign to me, but sitting there, intimately straddling him, I became lost in his beautiful face and couldn’t tear my eyes off him. I shivered and sucked in a deep breath to calm my bolting heart.
“You’re beautiful,” I whispered as I reached up and touched a perfect eyebrow with my thumb, then trailed the backs of my fingers down his face to the sharp curve of his jaw.
He shifted beneath me slightly and a thousand tiny pulses tingled at the very core of me. The delicate fabric of my panties brushed against the hardness of his jeans and I shivered. My body was suddenly full of urges I couldn’t hide from him. I pressed gently against him a fraction more and my breath escaped me in a soft moan that was impossible to control.
Jake raised his beautiful eyes to me and they were dark and glassy, and full of heat. He wanted this. He wanted me to move against him, to move against the growing hardness behind the zipper of his jeans. His hands reached around to cup my hips, and shifted slightly. It put him right where I needed him to be and provided the perfect friction between us.
I began to slowly roll my hips and his lips parted with a gasp and his eyes begged me to keep going. Need tore through my veins.
“Jake . . .” I whispered his name shakily as every muscle in the most intimate part of me clenched and pulsed with unstoppable need. But his name was swallowed by the urgent moan escaping my mouth as convulsions gripped me. Heat and pleasure coiled and coursed through me. He was hard. So damn hard. And suddenly the rubbing wasn’t enough. I wanted him in me. Desperately. And my toes curled as I pushed down harder, my body feeling like a freight train, rushing toward an unknown destination and ready to take out anything that got in its way.
He moaned and I could see he would come undone if I kept moving against him. But I was already there. And with one slow grind against his hardness, my eyes clamped to his and I unravelled on top of him, dropping my head back as euphoria rushed through me and I came.
Bright light and pleasure erupted like lightning across the sticky plains of my brain and for one blissful moment I felt swept away on a sweet wave of bliss and not giving a damn about the consequences. Days of pent-up desire surged forth and I shuddered, moaning his name before falling against him like a ragdoll.
As the pleasure of my orgasm slowly eddied away, the cold reality of what I had just done prickled down my spine and I sat up straight. Renewed sensitivity made me flinch.
“Oh, my God, Jake, I’m sorry—”
But my words were lost as Jake sealed his mouth to mine in a hot, desperate kiss. With a deep moan he scooped me up in his strong arms and carried me across the room to the bed, where he lay me down and slid across me, his chest gleaming like cut stone in the shadows.
His eyes were dark as he said, “Let’s see if I can make that happen at least another two or three times.”
And without another word, he leaned down and kissed me hard.
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